Nostalgias Drug Trafficking
Beauties ugliness
is times growing divide
Every spring's may flower
Becomes a Locus of pride
Until the steel blade of winter
Demolishes all selfish brides
And all fatal attractions
Encumber new wisdom lines
The taste of the apple
Sours when it has falling
Recoil the serpent
Who prays during its shedding
On a highway of deserts
Where Martyrs of sinning
Impede with excellence
Nostalgias drug trafficking
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Apple Blossoms
Apple blossoms, the smell is in the air,
I cast aside my doubts,
The grass is green, the sky is clear,
Spring burst forth in a profusion of colors,
Replacing in its stride the gloom of winter,
The ice around my heart is melting,
The warmth of spring fills me with a rush,
Apple blossoms a spectacle of red,
Falling amid the grass,
Making a colorful array of green and red,
Along with the sunshine,
What more could one ask,
Apple blossoms, spring is here at last!
poem by Marva Seaton

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Withdrawal II
Withdrawal, rail, wail, it had, hit, rid, wit, hail, dial, daw, with, liar, law!
Drug trafficking is killing many and making others rich;
But, is mankind ready to stop this act? ! !
Then think twice before you fall a victim,
And it is better to save a life than to destroy it.
Withdrawal, award, ward, lit, lid, hard, hat, raid, aid, tail had, raw, war!
With your gain in drug trafficking;
But, remember all the souls that you've destroyed,
And it is better to save a life that to destroy it!
For, judgement comes soon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Metamorphosis - 3 variations on a theme
1. The Second law of Thermodynamics
Out of winter, spring,
out of spring, summer,
then autumn, winter,
and out of winter, spring,
always the same.
Out of the bud, growth,
out of the flower, seed,
out of death, life.
Entropy always increases.
2.
Once you were within my reach.
Suddenly you became a
g l i t
t e r
i n g
damselfly.
Just wait, I thought, I can change too.
Why did I have to turn into a frog?
3.
Consider the Paradoxical Frog,
so named because it is several times smaller
than its p h e n o m e n a l l y huge tadpole.
(But then, look at people,
whose achievements often fail to match
the promise they once showed.)
poem by Paul Hansford

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Red Apple, Red Apple
Red apple
Red apple
sitting on the ledge
savouring its nutrients
for a few moments longer
Red apple
Red apple
Savouring its time
That is has left
As a whole
Red apple
Red apple
Traveled such a
Long way, from the store?
Farm? another country?
Red apple
Red apple
Haunting me by
The curiosity of
How juicy you taste
Red apple
Red apple
Shine on,
Red apple
poem by John McAdam

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A geometry implies the heterogeneity of locus, namely that there is a locus of the Other. Regarding this locus of the Other, of one sex as Other, as absolute Other, what does the most recent development in topology allow us to posit?
quote by Jacques Lacan

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Cherry Tree
[ robert buck/natalie merchant ]
Over your shoulder, please dont mind me
If my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
For Ive been watching and wondering
Why your face is changing with every line you read.
All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way.
I cannot read to save my life, Im so ashamed to say.
I live in silence, afraid to speak
Of my life of darkness because I cannot read.
For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful.
Then I wouldnt need someone elses eyes to see whats in front of me.
No one guiding me.
It makes me humble to be so green
At what every kid can do when he learns a to z,
But all those lines and circles just frighten me
And I fear that Ill be trampled if you dont reach for me.
Before I run Ill have to take a fall.
And then pick myself up, so slowly Ill devour every one of those books in the tower of knowledge.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs

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Sun And Steel
You killed your first man at 13
Killer instinct, Animal supreme
By 16 you had learned to fight
The way of the warrior, you took it as your right
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Through earth and water, fire and wind
You came at last - nothing was the end
Make a cut by fire and stone
Take you and your blade and break you both in two
Break you both in two
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel - rolling on and on
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel
Sunlight, falling on your steel
Death in life is your ideal
Life is like a wheel - and it's rolling still
song performed by by Iron Maiden

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The Autumn Sing
Here’s the autumn sing…
A symphony from its falling leaf…
Catching the wind from a future winter…
Rolling through a shy light…
Oh autumn shall not die in winter…
As a promise summer will surely come….
Ah autumn is a second spring…
Not all could see, all leaf is flower….
Autumn warn a terrible winter phase….
No one listen, No one will hear it…
As it is only the sound of silence….
Who can hold an indefinite sound...?
No one embrace the autumn….
As it is only a sad phase…
It gives nothing but an autumn chill….
Spring always comes with a better glory…
Oh autumn with its broken feather…
Could other season patch it up again?
No other season will devote their being….
Autumn suffers alone….
Autumns leaf keep on falling…
Spring comes cheerfully…
Summer comes strongly….
Winter always comes coldly…..
But autumn changes its face every time….
No one knows the differences….
Just the secret of the nature…
Why can’t it’d be a spring?
Why can’t it’d be summer?
Why can’t it’d be winter?
Ah autumn dance again between all the falling leaf…
It enjoys its sadness…
It embraces its pain….
As only from autumn all painter learn…
How to capture a true hidden beauty…
All speaks the same in every season….
But autumn remain different…..
For autumn is an alone singer…
Only a genuinely soul painter could witness its beauty….
That’s all the autumn need….
A silence audience....
Who can make other being see….
A glance of its beauty...
poem by Eva Clara Harahap

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Repeatedly Reborn
broken pride
he hides his eyes
inner ugliness suited in shame
resilience indebted in his remorse
tenderness in his will to make right
romance in his promises
attempting to justify the past
reflections hardly remove them from the pain
time picks at old wounds refusing to let heal
prisoner of pride he prays to his pillow at night
cowering beneath the blankets he begs forgiveness
cold winters and cob webs become his every dream
skeletal hauntings
tortured beyond breaking
still there shows no sign or tell
on the surface of him ever forfeiting
unbreakable will
birthed into the worst of the adverse
seed sprouting in the abyss
fruit flourishing in darkness
legacy carved out of bone
the stones carry his initials
the peace settling in the wake
of a violent storm
green as rising spring
from the grey winter grave
time and time again
in the light of grace
he is repeatedly reborn
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan

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Beginning of destruction
pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !
Vangile Mtyali
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Falling
(lenny leblanc/eddie struzick)
I think about winter when i was with her
And the snow was falling down
Warm by the fire, i love being by her
When there's no one else around
And i'm falling, i'm falling
I'm falling in love with you
I think about summer, my head was swimming
You wrote my name in the sand
We walk together hoping forever
Please don't let go of my hand
Cause i'm falling, i'm falling
I'm falling in love with you
Fall into spring time, like in between time
You're here and then you're gone away
Oh i just wanted to say that i really wanna stay
Cause i'm falling, i'm falling
I'm falling in love with you
Cause i'm falling, i'm falling
Oh,i'm falling in love with you
In love with you, in love with you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John

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You ask why these mountains
YOU ask why these mountains delight me no more,
And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er;
Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain?
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain,
We never, no never, shall gaze on again!
What though from her coldness keen anguish I felt,
And vainly, to move her, in agony knelt;
Yet could I restore her, I'd never complain,
Not e'en though she doomed me to endless disdain....
I'd bear any torture to see her again.
I grieved when on others with kindness she gazed,
I mourned when another with pleasure she praised;
But could I recall her to life by my pain,
I'd urge her to favour some happier swain,
And wish no reward but to see her again.
Those beauties that charmed me, from death I would free,
Though sure that those beauties another's should be!
But truth, and affection, and grief are all vain;
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of our plain,
We never, ah never! can gaze on again!
poem by Amelia Opie

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Our Future Generation
Life picked up its ugly head, and all you see
Is the scars from wars, murders, suicides
Torture, hurt and pain.
Life is not a bed of roses in which we could lay.
It is painful in every way.
We see and hear of the ugliness 24/7
But we do not live it 24/7.
I know it will not disappear in our lifetime.
But I like to think that with GOD, love, faith, and education
We have a chance for some type of
Peace for the future generation.
The LORD does give us a reprieve from the ugliness
To enjoy all his beauties.
So this is to our:
FUTURE GENERATIONS.
Enjoy the beauties of the day
For you don’t know what may come your way.
Take your time to smell the flowers
And inhale those aromatic powers
look at the trees in the ground
and enjoy the soft gentle breeze that goes around.
Take a child for a walk- sit on a park bench and just talk.
Walk in the sand on the beaches
Explain about the oceans and all it teaches.
Show them the beauties in the sky
Let them ask questions as to how and why.
Let them see our majestic mountains
Hidden caves, rivers, streams, and fountains.
Show them the animals and birds of our lands
Explain to them, so they’ll understand.
It is true! That there is ugliness all around
But there are also beauties to be found.
The beauties of life being created
What a wonderful, fantastic, spiritual inspiration,
What about the moon and stars up in the skies
Lighting up the darkness for you and I.
It matters not of your gender
But to love you must surrender.
Love is the key to peace in every land
So we must learn to take a stand.
If we show that only
ugliness will survive
then love will surely die.
So to the future generations
This I must say: ugliness is here to stay.
How would you be able to compare
If there was nothing to compare it to.
Bur GOD knew just what to do.
He made everything in twos
Male, female- rich, poor - happiness, sadness
Love, hate - and everything he done
Is completely great.
poem by Louis Rams

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The Growing Season
The seasons work together
To make the world possible
Summer, the sun season
Fall, the leaf season
Winter, the snow season
And spring, the time of beauty
Summer, the yellow season
Fall, the orange season
Winter, the white season
And spring, the time of the rainbow
Summer, the blank season
Fall, the shadow season
Winter, the dying season
And spring, the growing season
The growing season
Interactive
I write some lines and you read each word
A word excites you and you take it up to
Seed your fields where you grow your own
Shrubbery of words with tendrils climbing
I look at your garden of words and there is
This word growing into a flower attracting
Me I pick it up this sensual flower and I
Seed it in the lines of my mind now another
Bunch of words like ripe grapes I take one
Swallow it and savor the taste of its sweetness
More lines of words in my throat sliding
Through the lining of my esophagus so smooth
Going straight inside the veins leading to my heart
Sweet, so sweet I could have written the usual
Lines of “ I love you, I miss you” but I couldn’t
There is this roadblock, this writer’s block
The lines stopped, the words are stunted
I stutter, I retreat to my eyes, to see
The face of this woman I love, her eyes
Are gentle, she smiles at me, and waits
For this beautiful silence that gives her life
You stand there, looking for a hint, another
Word to seed the lines waiting to be written.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Falling Rain
The last wind of winter has ceased its power.
It is memory now, and has no message to give.
The rains of spring have replaced the snow.
And spatter insistent tunes upon the roof.
From the ground, the plants have burst out.
Reminders of the cycle of life and renewal.
Early flowers busy in their own serenity.
Splashes of colour that arrive in splendour.
Oh falling rain, cleanse the dirt of the heart.
I find myself sitting on my back porch.
Surrounded by the discrimination of life.
Sighing gently to the pattern of the rain,
singing softly the songs of emerging spring.
Patterns of raindrops that hit the mind in
mud puddles of dank self imposed denial.
They are a growing source of cleansing
which shall shatter, for now, the winter grey.
O falling rain, cleanse the dirt of the heart.
Standing up, I become once again myself.
Moaning in unison with the rain, captivated
by the thoughts of what the waters bring.
I am entirely open to fountains of rebirth.
Vindictive tugging of thought interferes
with the cherished sunshine of awareness.
Rushing from my porch into the rain,
I pull each flower from the ground.
O falling rain, cleanse the dirt of the heart.
poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

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Sonnet LXXXIII: Barren Spring
Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:
And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,
And now before and now again behind
Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns,—
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Calculator
Turned on.
Punch in any number,
But before you do,
Let me insinuate some things to subtract, add, multiply, & divide.
First, add the years you've spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
Second, subtract the dignity diminishing as each year goes by.
Third, divide the spermicide
Eating at your pride
You have no access to happiness
Divide the children pertinent to each man
Don't get too shocked now.
Gotta get to work.
Divide, divide, divide.
Fourth, multiply the times spent with your legs open
Like a 24-hour convenience store.
And what did you get?
A man's spermicide
Eating at your pride
Making babies like you're taking a shit
Subtracting your dignity
In addition to the years spent selling yourself like a Muslim marriage plan.
All of this - for a man's convenience.
Now I know why you hate math.
poem by CDM Anderson

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When The Spring This Time Comes...
When the Spring this time comes...
I will be there to greet it with a smile.
Each blade of grass will hear my laughter.
And budding leaves will witness my impatience.
They will watch me pacing awaiting their births.
As if each tree...
Secretly belonged to me.
When the Spring this time comes...
A glow upon my face will shine.
I've discovered a life I can declare is mine!
I had taken too much time not enjoying it.
When the Spring this time comes...
Every bird that sings I will hear and listen.
Every flower blooming will get my attention.
Everyone I pass will receive my hello!
When the Spring this time comes...
I will be there to become part of it!
As it has been a part of me,
I did not see like this before.
When the Spring this time comes...
I hope to bore it with my presence.
It is going to know,
How much I want to keep in touch with it.
Until Summer teases.
To leave me with Fall and Winter to please.
When the Spring this time comes...
I am going to get well acquainted.
And appreciate I will this time,
The magnificence of that opportunity!
When the Spring this time comes...
I will not be inside ignoring it behind windows.
They are opened right now,
Just in case Spring wants to surprise...
With an early visit!
I want it to know it is anticipated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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My Dearest Drug Friend
My dearest drug friend caught up in your trip,
Holding on tightly but still losing your grip.
My dearest drug friend passed out on the floor,
Full of insanity but still searching for more.
My dearest drug friend so messed in the mind,
Leaving the life you once had behind.
My dearest drug friend craving your coke,
Blinded by powder and chemical smoke.
My dearest drug friend you're slipping away,
If only you'd stop this damaging way.
My dearest drug friend hold on to your life,
Put down your gun and your blood-shedding knife.
My dearest drug friend stop selling your soul,
Stop playing with needles and paying the toll.
My dearest drug friend you're giving it all,
To drugs you'll bow down, to drugs you will fall.
My dearest drug friend you've chosen to die,
You gave drugs your life and that makes me cry.
poem by Pritisha Sardesai

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